I wish the telephone had not been invented

Because I keep picking it up to say

Stupid things to you

The rain has stopped for now

But I know it's not ended

No sense in trying

I cannot be protected

No sense in worrying

I can't be protected

Wonderful and sad

How can you be so?

I wish that happiness could just be pretended

The closest thing to that is

A bottle of whiskey dear

I'd write a letter home

But I don't know where to send it.

Wonderful and sad

How can you be so?